Penalizing all teens is not the answer for mall woes

  • Written by Bob Rakow

My daughter was at Chicago Ridge Mall a few Saturdays ago buying a dress and other essentials for her school’s sophomore dance.


She invited me to come along, but I didn’t feel much like a trip to the mall, so my wife dropped her and a friend off, and I picked them up a few hours later.


It was, from what I gathered, a successful trip. The girls both were excited that they’d found what they needed for the big dance.


I have no doubt that they comported themselves appropriately while at the shopping center and did absolutely nothing to disrupt anyone else’s shopping experience.


They were there, after all, with a purpose: to find dresses, shoes and accessories for a high school dance. They may have bumped into some friends, stopped in the food court for a bite to eat, but that’s about it.


They don’t view the mall as a place to linger, pop in and out of stores for no reason and cause trouble. They were raised better than that.


But last weekend, the mall implemented its new youth supervision policy, which prohibits teens 17 and under from entering the mall after 5 p.m. unless accompanied by an adult. 


The restriction comes a few months after a melee at the mall, prompted by a fight in the food court, which escalated when some patrons thought that shots were fired.


They weren’t, but that’s beside the point.


For a brief period during one of the busiest shopping weekends of the year, things got out of control at Chicago Ridge Mall as customers ran in every direction, and police from several departments responded to restore order.


Similar incidents occurred at others malls across the country that weekend, leading many to believe that some organized effort took place to wreak havoc in shopping centers. The Chicago Ridge police chief doesn’t believe the ruckus was the result of a flash mob, but you never know.


So now there’s a policy in place to keep unaccompanied teens out of the mall on Fridays and Saturdays after 5 p.m. Mall officials say the new policy is not in response to the December incident.


Either way, I hate the idea.


And I don’t think teens like my daughter and her friends are too wild about it either.  I don’t blame them. What did they do? Why are they being penalized?


It’s interesting. Many of these teens’ names can be found on high school honor rolls. They are involved at their schools as members of clubs or athletic teams. Some have the driver’s licenses needed to get to the mall, but they can’t enter the mall alone.


I understand that the mall needed to do something, and hiring off-duty Chicago Ridge police officers to work with mall security is a great start. Ratcheting up the security and law enforcement presence and making arrests when necessary will send the clear message that the mall means business.


Additionally, keeping a close eye on teens deemed to be troublemakers, recording any incidents in which they are involved would be a worthy step. The mall is private property and officials can ask anyone to leave. I’m sure security knows who the agitators are. The bullies, the shoplifters, the miscreants who have no idea how to behave in public.


Lean on them. Show them the door.


But the mall decided, instead, to punish all teens by telling them can’t come to shopping center unescorted on Friday and Saturday nights. True, they’re not banned, but how many teens want to spend time at the mall under the watchful eye of their mother or father? I suppose the job could fall to an older brother or sister, but I’m thinking most of them have better things to do on a weekend evening.


Which raises another point. What’s to say trouble or a fight at the mall can’t happen before 5 p.m.? I don’t know much about mall attendance trends, but I’ll bet a fair amount of unescorted teens will be at the mall during the afternoon.


The mall was given a tough assignment: maintain a pleasant shopping experience while preventing troublesome incidents that lead to bad publicity and drive customers away.


Restricting every teen under 18 years old is not the way to achieve that goal.





When life knocks you down, carry yourself in an upbeat manner

  • Written by Claudia Parker

Claudia Mug Shot-ColorHe said he wants a divorce.
When I first heard the word “divorce,” I thought for sure it was an exaggeration.
Shanett Coleman of Chicago has been one of my best friends since I relocated from Terre Haute, Indiana nearly 20 years ago.
She’s known for being a drama queen.
And yes, one might argue we’re cut from the same cloth. However, upon hearing her husband, of then five years was leaving, I quickly commented, “He’s not leaving. You just had a baby. He wouldn’t! Your marriage is just going through the normal adjustment of having an infant.”
She cleared her throat and retorted, “Is it also normal for him to commit adultery?!”
Shortly thereafter, to my surprise he did leave. With her cup half denial and the other half hope, she never filed for divorce.
Over the following five years, I listened as she cried and complained of how life dealt her a bad hand. And, she wasn’t receptive to being consoled by me. I was a constant reminder of what she’d lost. My husband was present and actively involved in the lives of our children. “How could you possibly know what I’m going through?” she’d ask me with disdain.
I lacked compassion.
I wanted her to, get over it!
So, our friendship went on sabbatical.
She was always in my thoughts even during our time apart, I’d refer to her as one of my best friends. After two years, by divine intervention, we were reunited.
“What’ve you been up to?” I asked with enthusiasm as I met her vibrant smile and warm hello in our local Sam’s Club.
“I’ve been putting all my energy into the Lord and my son.” she replied as she further explained it was his seventh birthday and she was picking up his cake. We exchanged information and resumed our friendship, just as if we’d never been apart.
We spent morning after morning catching up on the previous two years. She was still married, to an estranged husband.
“Still?” I said, trying not to sound judgmental but totally failing.
“I know. I know. But, I told the Lord, I’m ready now. I’m letting go.” she said, desperate for my buy-in.
This time, I believed her.
Something was different and I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
One day, while on her job of 11 years, one of the executive directors walked by. His superior position left little interaction between them. Nonetheless, this day he stopped her. “I’d like to do something nice for you. May I?” he asked.
Not one for turning down a freebie she interjected, “Sure, what would that be?”
She said she thought he wanted to buy the office staff lunch.
He responded with, “My wife and I would like to buy you a car.”
Shanett had been driving a raggedy ol’ beat up Acura.  The engine hadn’t stopped but I can’t say the same for the stereo, air conditioning and heat.
As a single parent, she’d chosen to forgo repairs to allow her son privileges she otherwise couldn’t afford. She said she wanted to compensate for the absence of his dad.
So, diligently she worked, many nights overtime so her son could swim and play chess, soccer and violin.
This executive didn’t know her financial situation.
Nor did he know she was a single parent.
All he knew was she worked in his firm and drove a car that clanked through the parking garage with a smile on her face. In the office, she was courteous, respectful and always there. He was a man with the means to be a blessing and she happened to be his targeted recipient. Within a few weeks of his offer, she was driving a gently-used, metallic silver, Honda Accord.
She was humbled to tears. She wrote him a letter of gratitude.
“I’ve worked for this firm 11 years,’’ she wrote in a portion of the letter. “This company has afforded me the opportunity to provide my son with a good life. I admire the culture of my workplace. The pleasant environment and opportunities to advance are what keep me loyal. I also appreciate this company’s initiative to give back through work programs like the one recently started for underprivileged inner-city children.
“I’ve modeled my personal life after some of the values I’ve seen displayed here. My son and I volunteer for organizations every holiday so that we too can do our part to give back. Working here has definitely increased my quality of life. From the ability to attend Broadway plays to luxury dining and even the professional ball games, I’ve been exposed to a life I would ordinarily not be able to afford. I earn a decent wage but being a single parent is hard. I make sacrifices. One being to continue to drive a car that needed to be replaced. You provided a gift I never expected and couldn’t have possibly earned. I believe your act of kindness is God’s grace and favor over my life. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity, may it be returned to you with the same measure.”
This man’s act of generosity refueled Shanett, several months later, she received a pay increase, accompanied by a promotion. This is a great reminder that we should be mindful of our attitude regardless of our circumstance.  
Ask yourself, “Do I present myself in a way that would cause someone to desire to bless me?”
You never know whose paying attention.
Claudia Parker is an Evergreen Park mother, author, runner whose columns appear the second and fourth Thursdays for the Reporter.

Who had idea for blue ribbons? Who cares? It was a great idea

  • Written by Bob Rakow

Every week, I turn the B-Side into my editor, Jeff Vorva, for editing. He takes a look, makes any necessary changes and sends the column to the production department to be laid out on the page. Simple stuff.


Last week, however, Jeff made a strange comment about my weekly column.


“I’m happy to see you’re following all my ideas and suggestions for the column,” he said.


I had no idea what he was talking about. The column topics, for the most part, are my idea. Jeff has his own column to write and impress us all.


He persisted. Many of my columns were his really brainchild, he said. I merely followed up by putting his genius thoughts into words.


Heck, he even wanted an apology. How dare I use his thoughts and ideas and make them my own without giving credit where credit was due.


No, Jeff didn’t really say any of this. He and I are adults. And adults don’t bicker about who should get credit for good ideas.


Or do they?


January 2 was an unseasonably warm day, which was ideal for all the volunteers who gathered at a Starbucks in Oak Lawn before hitting 95th Street and tying big blue ribbons to every light pole on the village’s main drag from Harlem Avenue to Pulaski Road.


It was an organized effort that took some planning and coordination. But the results look great.


Ribbons were fashioned from plastic blue table clothes purchased at dollar stores. From what I understand, one tablecloth equaled eight ribbons. Each team of volunteers was assigned one or two blocks, and in no time the ribbons were everywhere.


They look great and their purpose is even more impressive: remind people driving along 95th Street that Oak Lawn supports it police force. And, cops in Oak Lawn know the community has their back.


All sorts of folks volunteered for the grassroots effort, which was promoted big time on local Facebook groups. And, yes, there were local politicians helping out—Mayor Sandra Bury and Trustee Tim Desmond—to name a few. They were joined by candidates for village board.


But the real question is: whose idea was the Tie One On initiative. We must get to the bottom of this.  We can’t let the wrong person get credit.


Did Trustee Desmond advance the idea? Or did a supporter who lives in his district get the ball rolling?


You know politicians. Hiding in the weeds ready to leap on any good idea and make it their own. How dare they.


And, to top it off, Desmond is running for re-election. Certainly, a few photos of him tying ribbons to poles would help him out at the polls.


Not to be outdone, Desmond’s opponent, Cyndi Trautsch, volunteered as well. I’m sure she was eyeballing some political advantage.


Here’s a thought: knock it off.


Who cares who came up with the idea to tie blue ribbons to street poles? It was a great idea that bore tremendous results. Heck, I’ve seen blue ribbons in front of houses throughout the community put up by people who wanted to get in on the gesture. Other towns have done it as well.


I truly don’t care if a trustee, resident or Frederick Pabst had the idea of tying blue ribbons to poles and trees. It was a great idea that sends an even greater message.


These are tough times for the police. And I don’t care if their shield says NYPD or OLPD, they take a risk every time they hit the streets to defend the community.


Sure, we all have some story or another about being pulled over by the police and getting a ticket we didn’t deserve. No one said the cops were perfect. But their job is tough, risky and often thankless.


But try calling them in the middle of the night when you think you saw or heard something in your backyard. I’ve done that and the response was timely and professional. I’m sure many of you have experienced similar scenarios.


They’re the last line of defense between civilized society and chaos.


Granted, the blue ribbons are merely a symbolic gesture, but I’d appreciate the effort if I was a police officer. And, the Tie One On initiative proves that the community can come together for a good cause. It’s what sincere, well-meaning adults do. Fingering pointing and one-upmanship are not.


It’s an open and closed case – schools can’t win 

  • Written by Ray Hanania

 Hanania-GrapevineThis week’s arctic chilled weather raised an important issue about schools and our society.
 Schools across Chicagoland suburbs closed on Wednesday and Thursday when temperatures dropped below zero. The wind chill was predicted Wednesday to be minus-35 degrees, although it was higher.
That’s pretty darn cold, though.
On Friday, even though the temperatures were just as bad, or worse, schools were opened. The temperatures were still in the single digits, and the wind chill was subzero.
So why were some schools closed one day but opened the next, and the weather was the same?
Our schools may be more about baby-sitting to help working parents, than they are about educating our kids.
Admit it.
Schools opened Friday because parents were griping that having children at home makes it hard for them to work. It cut into snow days and will extend the school year into summer vacations.
I get it. It’s a real problem. Working parents often have no other options. Who will watch the kids while school is closed? Do they take days off from work and lose benefits?
Although it did seem strange to me that while schools couldn’t open, community centers could, providing activities for the kids. Does that make sense?
Some people will argue school closings really have to do with the power of unions. Others will say its politics, trying to keep parents happy when in fact you can’t keep parents of school kids happy at all.
If kids don’t do well in school, parents blame the schools, not themselves, or their kids. The lives of parents with school children are built around their children’s school schedule.
 When I was a kid – a true cliché – I went to school regardless of the weather. I walked to school 12 blocks, four times a day. In the winter. In storms. They closed schools during the 1967 Blizzard, but only because the snow was so high no one could walk. Trudging (Chicago-ese for walking in heavy snow) through the streets literally was like climbing K2, the deadliest mountain and only second highest to Mt. Everest. (I learned that in school.)
Yes, we walked to school in any weather, including blizzards. Why can’t kids do it today? They all take busses. Their parents drive them the few blocks. I see it because I drive my son to school every morning. My wife picks him up. Kids are spoiled. They stay awake for hours playing Xbox, but can’t stay awake five minutes to read a book.
I actually feel sorry for the school officials. They don’t know what to do to make parents happy. If a kid gets bad grades, it’s the schools fault. If the kid is a genius, credit the parents’ genes.
Someone should explain all this to Mother Nature. But I don’t think Mother Nature really cares, especially in this ugly season of Global Warming.

PARIS MASSACRES: I don’t know anyone who is not outraged by the brutality of the killings in Paris last week. Terrorists massacred 12 people at a satire newspaper office that has published photos attacking Islam. I think the cartoons are disgraceful, and racist, too.
But I think the terrorism and killing is even more shocking and more wrong. But don’t paint an entire religion based on the actions of three criminals. Every Muslim I know condemned the killings. Many Christians I know condemned “Muslims.”
That’s sad.
Don’t blame an entire people for the actions of a few.

Ray Hanania is an award-winning former Chicago City Hall reporter. Reach him at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .